I am a bitch. To the average person this, of course, implies that I am malicious, bitter, jaded, resentful, guarded, angry, and rough around the edges. It suggests I’m insensitive, cold, have few friends, am difficult and/or disagreeable. This generalization serves two purposes: first, as a warning or cautionary tale to other(s), and second, as an intent to wound strong women like me, by attempting to play on the assumption that we collectively share a fear of being disliked - so much so, that the word itself might be enough to bring us to our knees and cripple us to our core.
Wishful thinking. Self proclaimed bitches like me will agree, the term is less an Achilles Heel and more a Badge of Honor, maybe even a Purple Heart, acknowledging our fearlessness, vigor, and victories in the never ending battles of life.